Whatever sex felt like, it couldn't have been better then the night he had spent with Fiona. Watching the television, trying to make each other laugh, that had to be better then the stupid things his friends talked about. Logan's friends weren't exactly on his 'good list' lately. Like the day before, the conversation he had with Ryan.

"So have you and Fiona, you know..." Ryan had asked.

"What?" Logan asked.

"Done it, have you done it?"

"No."
"What's up with that chick, not wanting to do it with this hunk?" Ryan asked, lightly punching Logan's shoulder.

"She just doesn't want to, she... no she just doesn't want to do anything like that."
"I get it, you're gay aren't you?" Ryan had guessed.

"No, she just doesn't want to do that type of stuff." Logan had said, wondering why that was so hard to believe.

"Well, I'd dump her, what a prude, not even letting you kiss her!"

"It's not like that Ryan." Logan stated with edginess on his voice.

"Whatever." Ryan said, getting up.

"She's not some prude ok? She has just had a hard time with her ex!" Logan yelled.

"Oh, did poor little Fiona get dumped once, boo hoo!"

Logan picked up his things and walked away.

As fun as the time when they were laughing together and telling jokes was, the night was just the opposite. Endless nightmares. Waking up to her screaming, crying.

A few times she would wake up and stare at the oposite side of the room. Logan could tell she was thinking about something, but he didn't know what.

Logan was sleeping, dreaming about being on a plane and visiting Fiona... which was weird because he lived down the street from Fiona now... Suddenly, he woke up and saw Fiona get out of bed, look to see if he was awake and then walk out the room. He thought maybe she was just going to the bathroom or something but when she didn't come back for a few minutes he decided to follow her.

He walked down the hall until he saw her staring at herself in the bathroom mirror.

"Fiona, what are you doing?" he asked.

She turned around and looked at him, there were tears in her eyes.

"What are you doing?" he asked again.

She dropped something and he looked down to see what it was, a razor, then he looked up at her wrist which was bleeding.

"God damn it Fiona!" he said, rushing over to her, grabbing towels and pressing down on her wrist with them.

She didn't say anything, she just looked at her wrist, biting her lower lip.

"Why the fuck would you do that?" he asked, wripping strips of towels and tightly wrapping them around her wrist.

She still didn't respond.

Logan held the towel in place for about ten minutes, he lifted it to see that the cut wasn't deep, and most of the bleeding had stopped. She didn't lose much blood. He found a big bandage and put some neosporin on it and placed it on her wrist.

"Why did you do that?" he asked, with seriousness in his voice. Fiona didn't answer.

"Fiona I want an answer, why did you do that?" he repeated, looking at her straight in the eyes.

"I...I don't know." she said, "But I'm not going to do it again."

"What makes me be able to believe you?" Logan asked, his voice strained.

Fiona didn't have an answer to that, so she kept quiet. But it was true she'd never do it again, it hurt. She realized she'd messed up on so many levels, because now, Logan was mad at her, and he could tell Declan who would also be mad at her.

"Please don't tell Declan!" she insisted.

"That doesn't seem like a safe thing to do." Logan stated.

"Please, Logan!" Fiona said, tears about to spill over.

Logan relaxed a bit, and pulled her into a hug, "Promise to never do that again Fiona, promise ok?"
"I won't I already said that." she said, looking up at him.

"But, I'm finding it hard to believe you." Logan answered.

"Well, please find it easier." she said softly.

Logan didn't know how she made it so convincing but he did find it easier to believe her now. But he told himself he shouldn't have.

Logan checked on her cut one more time and gave her an angry look before they both walked back to bed.

Fiona had had another dream about Bobby, that was why she had cut herself, thinking maybe if it was over it'd be better. No, it wouldn't, because then she'd never see Declan, or Logan, Ellie, Holly J, Anya... she'd never see them again, and they'd never see her.

She woke up again, later in the night and rolled closer to Logan. She had thought that Bobby was going to hit her again, when he was leaving the other night, the fist was a few inches away from her face. But Logan had stopped it. She knew that Logan would protect her, but she didn't like to admit that she even needed to be protected. Sometimes she sucked up her pride and gave in, curling up next to Logan or crying in front of him. Sometimes she couldn't help it. And, he made her feel better a lot better in fact.